"Troutville Twilight (Lily on Her Way Home)"
Sunlight's fading behind behind the Alleghenys. Tonight I'll lay my head on my childhood pillow and dream about things that were not at all in my childhood. Headlights flick on and rush past my windshield like the words I'm trying to put together in my head, a poem stuck, that I both can't remember and can't forget. Heading for the place I need to get to, but not the place where I can stay. Eleven, carry me back.